Post by dsb on Jun 14, 2019 0:46:00 GMT
With the matches at Mayhem dwindling to a precious few, a set of strings began to play over the speakers with a decidedly Latin tint. It’s a curiously familiar sound, though not one immediately recognized by much of the audience. As many in the audience swiveled their hips to the infectious beat, the Announcer interceded.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, standing five feet seven inches tall, Marisol Ayala… and her partner, from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, standing five feet four inches tall, Luisa Campos… at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-seven pounds, together they are… DIIIAAAMMMOOONNNDDDSSS ANNNDDD PEEEAAARRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
The voice reverberates and Marisol and Luisa, a team ruling the Jungle for the better part of a year, graces the big leagues with its presence.
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
Ayala took the lead among the badass brunettes as they marched to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P was clad in a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
Campos, the better known in Orlando with some singles’ work, sported a one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that beared her cleavage, certainly more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls looped around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sported white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she sported an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
On one hand, Luisa paid the audience no attention as she strode toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. On the other, the deliberateness of the march and the swish of her hips illustrated how much she’s aware and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd but had no issue jawing with them each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again took the lead in heading up the stairs. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air, those familiar with the duo providing a smattering of boos for their often heinous tactics in Bangor.
Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the middle cable as she moved toward the center of the ring. There, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off her cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines and motioned Luisa to join her. The usually disinterested Campos had no yawn to stifle tonight.
With the goody two-shoes champions having momentarily cleared the tip-top teams from their agenda, the Tag Division was wide open for new meat to sizzle its way to the top.
D&P were provided a similar shot from the dark in 2018 against the Hellions, but came up short against the crafty vets. Tonight’s battle was against a team of their own generation and, with significantly more Jungle success under their as of yet non-existent championship belts, Diamonds and Pearls looked more the part for Mayhem 2019.
Marisol planted her gaze hard-cam-side, raising her arms high and wide, Luisa dropped to one knee in front of her partner, both women making their presence felt in the arena and by those watching through the lens in front of them.
Each moved a thumb to her throat and drew it slowly across, a harrowing omen for FAWN’s daring darlings.
The FAWNatics exploded with excitement as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ played over the arena speakers.
STYLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk
A moment later, a stunning, dimpled platinum blonde burst through the curtains, the crowd raising the decibels to outrageous levels.
CHARLIE DAWSON:
The grappler raised a gaudy gold belt high with one hand and cupped the other to an ear, daring the throng to get louder and, when the blushing blonde dropped to one knee to show the capacity crowd her partner standing behind, they managed to make it happen.
The frenetic Lil’est Mitchell, tag belt around her slender waist, waved her arms upward, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. Charlie, having strapped her belt in place, raised her hands high and the babyfaced brunette laced fingers with her fellow Sweetheart.
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
Skye pulled her partner up and they pivoted into an adorable hug, their foreheads pressing together, words exchanged under the roar of the crowd, the beloved duo no doubt acknowledging what a ride it’s been from lovable losers to FAWN’s top team.
The Announcer made the gravity of the situation clear, raising his voice over Tay-Tay’s.
“And their opponents, at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Charlie Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, you know them, you love them, you can’t live without them...the Tag Team Chmapions…AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
Charlie and Skye broke from their huddle and headed for the ring, blonde and brunette making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered their way, becoming the title holders in no way affecting the love for their supporters.
Reaching the squared circle, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slid under the bottom rope, sprang to their feet and unzipped their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipped hers off to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sported a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots, the old school fans no doubt noting the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs with the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career.
Charlotte and Skye shared a high-five center stage as their music faded. They moved to their corner to unclip and hand over their prizes for safe keeping then take a moment to adjust their togs before intermittently stretching and waving, readying for the opportunity to show the Sweethearts aren’t just good enough to get to the top but are more than good enough to stay there.
The bell sounded with all four women in the ring, but Skye Mitchell slipped out onto the apron within a second or two, allowing Charlie Dawson the honor of first crack at the challengers. Diamonds & Pearls took a little longer, Luisa and Marisol engaged in murmured conversation interspersed with occasional appraising glances at the champions.
“Match is live, ladies.” Craig Long said after a few more seconds. “Make a decision or I start to count.”
The brunettes flipped him a cheerful pair of birds before Campos swatted her partner on the hip and said, “Hang back for now. I’ll soften up this brat for ya.”
“Not TOO much.” Ayala noted. “She should still be firm enough to snap when I break her over my knee.”
“But of course.”
Luisa turned her attention to Charlie, who was waiting in the center of the ring, shifting from one foot to the other. Hands on her hips, Campos strutted forth to meet her. “Why don’t you just stretch out for me now, brat?” she suggested. “Everyone knows it was a fluke that put those belts around your undeserving waists and everyone knows what happens to flukes.
Dawson’s green eyes tossed sparks, yet she offered the brunette a beaming smile. “Oh, and what exactly is going to happen, Luisa?”
“They get exposed like the one and done frauds that they NNNGGHHH!”
Charlie put an end to the disrespect courtesy of a gorgeous vertical leap and the Dropkick to the mush that came at the end thereof! Luisa hit the deck, popped up at once and roared at the blonde with a short Clothesline but Dawson dipped beneath it, whipped around and CRAAACKED her across the décolletage with a Knife-Edge Chop! “That feel like a fluke, hon--”
Campos slapped the champ in the mouth, then followed with a saloon quality Haymaker that got blocked by Dawson’s forearm. She didn’t get time for a second as Charlie answered with a straight jab that snapped the brunette’s head back. She was still reeling when the Washington native slipped an arm through her legs to grab a greedy handful of black trunks. Slipping her other arm over Luisa’s shoulder, she upended the bratty brunette and deposited her on the deck with a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam!
Luisa hit hard but rolled to all fours quickly enough, yet she made it no farther because Dawson planted a leg on either side of her waist, then hopped up and came down butt-first, driving every bit of her hundred and twelve pounds into Luisa’s shoulders. Dropped to the mat once again, Campos flopped to her back and “OOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Charlie hit her with another Butt Bomb, the blue-clad blonde getting some pretty good air before delivering her tush unto the challenger’s chest. Luisa’s legs bounced up on impact, so Dawson hooked both behind the knees and leaned back to secure the Reverse Matchbook for…
ONE…
TWO…
Pearls kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’, though it wasn’t quite fast enough to prevent Charlie from catching her by the ears for a rough return to verticality. Three more Knife-Edge Chops were waiting for Luisa, as was a Wristlock to prevent her from making any space. “Doing pretty good for a fluke don‘t you think, baby?”
Campos muttered a curse, took a Shoulderblock to the sternum for her sass, then Dawson stepped back and dropped a hip to send her foe into the rop-- Luisa dug her heels in to stop the Whip dead in its tracks. With Charlie momentarily off balance, the brunette yanked her forward into a Kneelift to the belly followed by a blatant raaaaaaaake of her foe’s eyes! The infraction drew the ire of Skye, Craig and the FAWNatics alike and that was just fine, it meant their attention was trained on her even after she’d sent Dawson racing into the ropes with an Irish Whip of her own. It also meant that neither Mitchell or the official noticed Marisol move out to the center of the apron so she could THUMP a Kneelift into Charlie’s lower back just as the Sweetheart turned into the strands!
Charlie cried out and lurched forward, both hands pressed to the small of her back. She was still trying to soothe the hurt when Luisa charged in, leapt in with her knees raised high enough to plant both boots flush against the challenger’s chest. Then she pushed out and down to THWHUMP Dawson to the mat with a nastily gorgeous Double Foot Stomp! Charlie rolled to hip and shoulder at once, her arms crossed snug over her abused chest while one foot beat an erratic tattoo against the canvas.
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yhq0q5u9P4Y
As for Luisa, she spun to one knee and made an elaborate show of adjusting her trunks and smoothing her hair before she helped herself to a handful of the champion’s golden locks. “I hope you enjoyed that little run you just had right there. Because it’s the last one you’re getting all night.”
Dragging Dawson to boot-leather, Campos swung ‘round behind and wedged her head under the blonde’s left arm and cinched her right arm around opposing waist. Bracing her left hand against Charlie’s backside, Luisa hoisted her onto the point of one shoulder and went down on one knee, all the better to drive Dawson’s tailbone into the posted joint! The Atomic Drop should’ve set Charlie on tiptoe, unfortunately Luisa powered her well beyond that for what looked like a second sampling of the Atomic Drop. Instead the challenger pivoted toward her corner and hurried forward to stuff Dawson into a rough seat on the middle turnbuckle, facing the ring-post. Diamonds & Pearls exchanged a quick tag, then the latter snatched Charlie’s hair in both hands and yanked her back while dropping to one knee, all the better to THUMP Dawson’s upper-back across her thigh.
CORNER TRAPPED HAIR-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtZBKl5Mjvg
Craig was already calling for Campos to vacate the ring and she didn’t argue, not with Marisol already taking her place. Flashing a smile harder than her nickname, Ayala stomped on Dawson’s tummy and grrrrrrrrrround her heel in just because she could. “Pearls started some pretty good work on that nasty bubble butt of yours.” she chided. “Let’s keep that going, shall we?”
That was the last thing Charlie Dawson wanted at the moment, unfortunately she didn’t have much say in the issue, as Diamonds peeled her off the canvas and secured her in a predicament she’d endured only moments prior. Eager to show the crowd why she and Luisa were the future of FAWN’s Tag Division, Marisol turned on her heel and marched to the middle of the ring, where she spun in a slow, casually domineering circle. Once everyone had a proper gander at the champ’s squirming tush, Ayala made her way back to the challenger’s side of town and brought Charlie down so the backs of her thighs ‘twanged’ against the top rope. The rubber-coated steel had more than enough springiness to send Dawson back the way she came, which in turn let Marisol spin around and simply release her grip.
Charlie THUMPED down butt-first from about six feet up and the impact left her frozen on the deck, the stunned blonde unable to even rub at her punished posterior. Marisol on the other hand was feeling downright sprightly, so she ran the ropes in front of her opponent and came back with a full head of steam she converted into a Low Dropkick that struck Dawson flush on the chin! Charlie got knocked flat, the force of the shot stiff enough to bounce the back of her noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
SLINGSHOT ATOMIC DROP & BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sy9PrZx3IhY
This concerned Skye Mitchell a great deal and Marisol Ayala not at all, as evidenced by the wink she dropped the other Sweetheart en route to dragging Charlie to verticality. Careful to point Dawson’s butt at the champ’s corner, Marisol grabbed the blonde’s right wrist in her left hand and pulled it snug across her own midsection. In the same instant she reached down with her right hand and hooked it around the inside of the blonde’s right thigh. Just like that she peeled off a bridge that slung the smaller wrestler up, over and down, Charlie THUMPING to the deck in the wake of the Waterwheel Suplex.
WATERWHEEL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoGriptiJgg
Ayala floated over and went for a cover, the big brunette making sure to bundle up both legs for the early…
ONE…
TWO…
Dawson kept the champs alive, kicking free of Ayala’s effort. The platinum blonde moved from her side to a seated position and Marisol was quickly on one knee behind her. Diamonds snatched the wrists of her foe then dug her raised knee between the Sweetheart’s shoulderblades while pulling back on both upper limbs.
Charlie showed her toughness, leaning into the balled joint, and using it to reach her feet. She shook free of the Puerto Rican’s grip and turned to face her foe, only to be met with a dipping Ayala. Marisol swung an arm between Charlie’s legs and ‘hupped’ the significantly smaller woman onto a shoulder. Diamonds SLAMMED Dawson to the deck with enough force to rattle the ring and the Desert Diva, Charlie’s back arching in pain from the impact.
Hovering above the splayed Dawson, Charlie next to the ropes, Ayala snatched the top rope and hopped over the blonde to the bottom strand. She used the lowermost cable as a springboard, shooting high and bringing down all her Destroyer class mass on Charlie’s chest with a Slingshot Double Foot Stomp.
SLINGSHOT DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8H7ZxV6SK4
Charlie shuddered from the fierce thumping of boot leather to bosom. She cradled her chest and started to roll out of the ring, but Marisol grabbed her foe by an ankle and dragged the Desert Diva toward the center. On the way, Dawson kicked free and kipped up to vertical only to be sent rocketing to her back when Marisol NAILED her with a big boot to the chine, the Sweetheart left in a wide spreadeagle from eating boot leather.
Ayala leapt over the decked Dawson, extending her long legs. The limbs SLAMMED down across neck and chest, a spasm rippling through the diminutive frame of the platinum blonde. With Ayala’s stems still draped across the splattered Dawson, Long dropped to hands and knees and counted it out…
ONE…
TWO…
Again, Charlie kicked her way out of danger, heaving Marisol’s lower limbs over her head. She rolled to a side, face racked with pain, it only growing when the domineering Puerto Rican rose and sank a set of fingers into the silvery locks of the titleholder. A snarling Ayala dragged Charlie to her feet by the hair, transferred her grip to a shoulder and wrist and Irish whipped Dawson to the D&P corner, Charlie spinning into a spine-first collision.
Marisol came after her foe in a sweeping arc that saw her bounding in from the side and lowering the BOOM on the smaller competitor with a brain-scrambling right forearm with every bit of momentum behind it.
RUNNING RIGHT HAND @ 1:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfE-U2nEMNI
Dawson spun in a semiconscious pirouette as Marisol handed off the reins to her Pearly partner. Luisa entered but noticeably Diamonds fails to depart. Craig asked nicely for the Puerto Rican to take her place on the legal side of the ropes but was unsurprisingly ignored.
Just as predictably, the catty Luisa went for her foe’s platinum locks. Marisol dropped to one knee nearby and Campos used her dual grips for a hair-pull Sit-Out Facebuster. But instead of busting said face into the canvas, it craaacked into Ayala’s kneecap.
The crowd groaned in sympathy and Skye complained bitterly about the brutal blow, Charlie’s head snapping back from the impact. The Sweetheart barrel rolled away from the concussive collision and ended splayed next to the challengers. Luisa dove atop the demolished Dawson, Ayala heading for the exit as Long dropped to count for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The tardy Mitchell got a couple steps through the ropes, but it’s all the stubborn Dawson’s effort keeping America’s Sweethearts champions for the moment.
Campos, ending on all fours when the Desert Diva threw a shoulder up, pointed and caterwauled at the illegally entering Mitchell, ‘helping’ the ref. Long immediately interceded, catching the complaining Skylar and ushering her out.
While he did, the beautiful Brazilian used Charlie’s platinum-hued mane as a weapon, Dawson’s own hair fashioned into a garrote around her throat. The Desert Diva’s face flushed as she gasped for air, flailing as the devious Campos keeping one eye on Long while cutting off Charlie’s air supply. A split-second before the official turned back to the action, Pearls had given up her ‘necklace’ and instead was hauling the faltering Dawson to her feet, then heaving her spine-first into a neutral corner.
Luisa grabbed the middle ropes on either side, dipped a shoulder, and PLOWED it into Charlotte’s alabaster midriff, one, two three times, forcing the diminutive fan favorite deeper between the top and middle buckles with each thrust.
Pulling out, Luisa drew Charlie with her and spun the blonde to face the buckles. She tugged Dawson’s head back with a handful of hair and SLAMMED the champ’s face into the buckle then dragged her features across the padded leather from side to side.
“Eat it, ya little pussy!” Luisa shouted.
She turned the redfaced Dawson toward her and delivered an echoing Chop across the blonde’s décolletage, Charlie’s face etched in pain from the meaty smack. A smirking Campos loaded up another but swung and missed, the Desert Diva dipping beneath.
As Luisa flopped into the corner from the miscue, Charlie turned and DROVE a knee deep into the tawny abdomen of the catty Brazilian. Slipping past Luisa, Charlotte shoved Campos past a few steps and climbed to a seat on the top buckle. A gasping Luisa turned to find her target and gets all too much of Dawson. Charlie rose and leapt from her perch, latching onto Luisa’s braincase as she spun by. The acrobatic blonde laid out and absolutely SPIKED the crown of Campos’ skull into the deck with a Tornado DDT that turned the match on its head both figuratively and literally, in an instant.
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eK84shq7DU
Pearls ended face down and twitching, no other movement from the raven-haired grappler. For her part, Charlie’s not much better off, gazing vacantly into the rafters.
Craig delayed but finally began a count on both women. At ‘SIX’, Charlie stirred and pushed up just ahead of ‘NINE’. She staggered toward the extended arm of the Lil’est Mitchell as Luisa rolled to her back. Campos stuck out a palm, wrapping it around Charlie’s left ankle, trying to prevent the exchange.
The Brazilian ascended, if unsteadily, lifting Dawson’s captured limb as she did, Charlie forced to hop in place, a few feet from salvation. That was until she launched off her planted boot sole and NAILED Luisa’s temple with a perfectly-placed Enzugiri that twirled Pearls in a dazed 360, Charlie released.
Dawson dove, slapping hands with Mitchell, and Skye soared over the top rope, ready to wreak havoc on Luisa like a Carolina hurricane.
Bearing down on Campos the instant her boots hit the mat, Mitchell snagged the challenger’s noggin in a rough Side Headlock and kept right on goin’ straight toward the Diamonds & Pearls corner! Perhaps a questionable strategy at first glance, but upon following the ingénue’s intended course one noted Marisol Ayala slipping between the strands. She’d made it about halfway when Skye took to the, well, sky, closing the rest of the distance to drive her heels into Ayala’s shoulder with an improvised Dropkick all of half a tic before gravity THWHONKED Luisa’s forehead into the canvas courtesy of a gigantic Running Bulldog!
Pearls bounced onto her back in a glassy-eyed sprawl, Diamonds however was still much too close to the action for Skye’s liking. Thinking fast, she snatched a double handful of hair, drew back and thwhumped the point of her hip into the side of Marisol’s noggin. The curvaceous exotique withdrew all the way to the other side of the apron and backpedaled toward a neutral corner in search of some separation from the rampaging champion. Skye glanced between Campos and Ayala, decided the latter was still a more pressing concern. So she vaulted over the strands to the apron and-- Marisol charged the diminutive dynamo flat out, prompting a worried inhalation from the assembled FAWNat--THWACK!
Mitchell caught her coming in with a high, straight kick to the chin that set Diamonds back on her heels. For a moment anyway, the challenger was working to regain her balance when Skye charged and leapt, the surging Sweetheart grabbing the rope in both hands to keep her on course when she stuffed her heels against Marisol’s chest and DROVE her down spine-first atop the narrow plywood ledge! Ayala groaned aloud, then dripped to the floor seemingly in slow motion, the big brunette landing with a thick ‘smeck’ that did Skye’s heart good.
APRON MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdfoD_tjmVA
A cheer tinged with alarm rose from those assembled, drawing Mitchell’s attention back to her legal opposition in time to spy Luisa clambering to boot leather. Noting Campos faced away from her own corner, the littlest Mitchell rushed to the D&P post and vaulted to the top floor in a single bound. “Over here, Luisa! Tag out!”
Too scrambled to realize it wasn’t Marisol making the request, Luisa whirled around on one heel and caught just a glimpse of Skye divebombing out of the aether. Then the champ caught her chin in both hands and somersaulted on by to THAWHAM Campos against the thinly-sheathed plywood with a textbook Blockbuster. Luisa hit hard and immediately curled up on one side, a position she would’ve occupied for quite a bit longer if the other brunette hadn’t shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdpW3jVAU2s
ONE…
TWO…
THNOOOO!
Pearls wrenched her leg free, thus earning herself at least another three seconds in title contention. Down on one knee while she plotted her next move, Mitchell looked to the Sweethearts corner, where Charlie had gamely claimed the tag rope in one hand. Catching her partner’s eye, the blonde said, “Send her this way, babe!”
Skye wasn’t quite sure Charlie was ready for a tag just yet, but she wasn’t about to tell her no, so the brunette peeled Luisa off the mat and hurled her at the champion’s corner. Drawing back from the post so Campos couldn’t tag her with a shot on the way in, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief when Pearls swung ‘round and BWUUUNGED against the buckles without so much as a hint of aggression. The sigh promptly gave way to pleased ‘YEAH!’ after Skye closed in and THWHAPPED every bit of her hundred and fourteen pounds against Luisa’s chest and tummy with a travel sized Avalanche Splash.
“Quick tags!” Mitchell chirped as the Sweethearts made a tag. “We need to stay rested and--”
“Keep Marisol out of the ring!” Charlie finished. “Knock the wind outta this one for me, would ya?”
“Sure thing.” Mitchell laced her fingers around the base of Luisa’s neck and pulled her into the middle of the ring, whereupon reaching she turned around so that her back was to Charlie. In the next instant she hopped, wedged both knees against Campos’ chest and laid out on her back to THAWHUMP the Brazilian stunner’s sternum with extreme prejudice! Over the ropes as soon as the others were clear, Dawson bounced into the ropes and came out with a full head of steam aimed directly at Luisa’s dipped pate. Happy to build on what Skye started, the platinum blonde sprang over her target, took Campos’ chin in both hands and brought her aching skull (not to mention the rest of her) back to the mat with a low-flying Blockbuster. Skye rolled clear on impact, meaning there was no delay from Craig Long when Charlie bundled both legs and pointed the brunette’s tush at the rafters for…
INVERTED LUNGBLOWER & RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFv1rL3B0OU
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TWO…
“Ooooowwww, dirty brat!” Dawson pulled away from the cover of her own volition because Luisa had caught hold of her hair and was pulling like she meant to take a scalp!
“All right Luisa, get off the hair!” the referee demanded at once. Campos paid him no heed, or perhaps she did and simply acted out of spite. Whatever her reasoning, she doubled down on the hair-hold and jerked Charlie’s head from side to side as she fought back to boot leather. Long didn’t take well to the defiance, so he started in right away. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Dawson cupped the brunette’s ears, wedged her head in beneath Campos’ chin and dropped to one knee to end the nastiness with a quick Jawbreaker! “Like pulling hair, do ya?” Charlie gripped the nape of Luisa’s neck, resisting the urge to answer back in kind. “We’ll break you of that habit yet, babe!”
More than happy to help Luisa down the road to self improvement, Dawson rushed back to the Sweetheart’s corner and BWUUUNGED the challenger’s forehead against the top buckle. Luisa’s legs shimmied violently and she might’ve crumpled to her knees then and there if Charlie hadn’t turned her around and slipped an arm between her thighs. From there she scooped Pearls up for a Body Slam, tagged Skye and wedged her brunette into the buckles all in the span of maybe three seconds. Another second was good enough to trap Campos in the Tree of Woe, meaning Charlie was still well within her rights, so she took off toward one neutral corner while Skye charged the other. Spinning around upon arrival, they flew down their own back-trails en route to stereo Dropki-‘OOOHHHH!’
Charlie’s approach ended rather unceremoniously when Marisol (quite illegally, I should add) reached under the bottom rope and caught the blonde around the ankles! Dawson’s chin hit the mat with an ugly ‘thud’ but that was only the beginning of her problems. Yanking the smaller wrestler under the strands with a single violent pull, Ayala cinched her arms around Charlie’s waist, took a couple steps back, then bridged up and over to SLAM the gobsmacked Sweetheart against the thinly-padded floor with a huge Wheelbarrow Suplex!
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTloCq5BCpk
The crowd protested this injustice vehemently, unfortunately for the champions Craig Long was focused on a problem among his legal charges. Namely, Luisa ‘crunched’ her way to a seat on the top buckle about a heartbeat before Skye’s boots slammed through the spot so recently occupied by her noggin. And with no noggin to slow her momentum, Mitchell kept right on going until her crotch THUMPED against the unforgiving steel!
The fact that she’d barely avoided disaster couldn’t keep the smirk off Luisa’s face as she climbed down from the penthouse to survey the situation. “Oh dear, that doesn’t look comfortable at all.” she clucked. “Here, let me help you.” Skye most certainly didn’t want the brunette’s help, but she was in no position to refuse, let alone defend herself when Campos dropped to the floor. Taking the champ’s ankles in both hands, Pearls planted one foot against the ring post and puuuuuuuushed back to drive the Sweetheart’s center against it with ever-increasing force!
Skye howled in agony as her crotch SLAMMED into the post, then got ground into the metal by the despicable Campos. Long increased the gravity of his tone but that’s not helping the Lil’est Mitchell in the slightest. Luisa finished with a flourish, moving both palms to Skye’s left ankle and sending the limb whipping around the steel, the inner portion of the champ’s left knee blasted by the impact.
Loose from Luisa’s grip, Mitchell butt-scooted away from the post, sobbing in anguish, seemingly tugging her left leg along as deadweight. Reaching the center as Pearls enjoyed a leisurely trip up the ring steps, Skylar kneaded between her thighs, trying to massage some of the pain away. She had enough success to push to her feet as the wicked Latina entered and prowled toward her. Skye limped toward the Sweetheart corner but Charlie’s in her own decrepit state and nowhere near her station.
Knowing she’s on her own for the moment, the second-generation superstar hobbled in a sidestep from the approaching Rio native. It’s only a matter of time before Luisa caught her prey, bullying the one-legged Skye into a neutral corner. She lifted a knee, gutting the alabaster tummy of Skylar then slipped behind the gasping Mitchell, taking a seat on the top buckle. Snatching the Sweetheart’s chocolate-colored locks, Campos stuffed her right knee behind Mitchell’s skull and pushed away from the corner, riding Skye down to THUMP the brunette’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Calf Branding.
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDxV5kOQgS0
The champion flopped to her back in a daze and Campos didn’t pass on the opportunity, diving on Skye’s prone form in a Crossbody pin for the...
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Mitchell wouldn’t give her and Charlie’s championships up, thrusting a shoulder off the deck to keep the match going.
Luisa slapped the canvas in frustration, the flawless Brazilian’s temper flaring. She rose and took a step or two toward Long, making the zebra backpedal, before recovering her emotions and focusing them back toward Mitchell, Skylar up to all fours and slowly crawling toward her returned but woozy partner.
It took but a few strides for Campos to catch the title holder, swinging around in front of the ragged Mitchell and pulling her up, only to stuff Skye’s head between her thighs. Grabbing the spandex on either of Mitchell’s hips, she tugged Skye in a forward flip, launching her into Piledriver position and quickly dropping to her backside, SPIKING the crown of Skye’s skull into the canvas.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txW7EimXv4g
Mitchell splattered to a spreadeagle, motionless as Luisa rolled atop her. But the Brazilian didn’t remain in a lateral press, instead using the champ’s carcass as a chance to do a set of push-ups on the FAWNatics’ favorite. If Craig hadn’t been so amazed at the display of arrogance he might have counted Mitchell out. But he only got down to count as Campos finished her exercise, shoving to her feet and placing a boot sole on the chest of the wrecked champion for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
Skye used the haughty pin as an escape hatch and rolled a shoulder off the canvas, extending her and Dawson’s reign for the moment.
Luisa snatched a handful of Mitchell’s shoulder-length mane and tugged the Sweetheart to all fours then to her knees in stages. She turned away from Skye and forced the baby blues and the rest of Skye’s mug into her pert backside, swishing her glutes into The Lil’est Mitchell’s face, Skylar sputtering in protest. With Mitchell properly humiliated, Luisa allowed Skye to drop to hands and knees so she led her across the ring by the leash of Mitchell’s dark locks and tags in Ayala when reaching the D&P corner, the power of Diamonds replacing the precocious Pearls.
The switchover was strictly by the book but the situation didn’t stay that way for long, Marisol forcing Skye up and face first toward the rubber-coated steel of the cables. The Puerto Rican pushed the chest of Cynthia’s little sister down on the top rope and Ayala used her strength to grind the diminutive brunette’s gurls across the abrasive strand, rubbing the thinly-veiled bosom back and forth against the rope.
A grimacing Mitchell reflexively threw a blind elbow behind her and it found the nose of the challenger. Marisol backpedaled, dark eyes watering. She surges forward, looping her arms in from the sides to gather the Lil’est Mitchell in a Bear Hug, but Skye dropped to the canvas, scurried between Diamonds’ legs and raced to a diving tag with the Desert Diva.
Charlie hopped over the ropes like she’s spring-loaded and sprinted at the challenger. Leaping with legs extended, Dawson’s ivory-skinned stems clamped around Marisol’s braincase and the Sweetheart threw it in reverse to bring the San Juan native to the deck with a Hurricanrana. Unfortunately for the FAWNatics, Ayala refused to be ripped off her shoe leather and the bite-sized blonde ended up draped down the front of the Puerto Rican grappler, ‘rana thwarted.
Ayala powered Charlie back to a precarious seat on the challenger’s shoulders and raced at a neutral corner, tossing the wide-eyed Dawson off from a few feet out to Buckle ’Bomb the pouty-lipped puta into a dissociative state. Charlie staggers out of the corner, somehow maintaining verticality. Marisol slid alongside, facing the same direction, and vaults the clueless Charlie’s legs high in front of her, apparently for a Side Suplex. But Ayala used the top rope, dropping the pits of Dawson’s knees upon it to slingshot the platinum blonde, pivoting with her prey into a brutal backbreaker.
SLINGSHOT BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PmSIu-piJ4
The collision of spine to femur was a losing proposition for Charlie. The champ flopped to the canvas with a shove from Ayala and arches in agony until Marisol spread the Sweetheart out like jam on toast and covered for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRNOOO!
Marisol was both amazed and upset at Charlotte’s unwillingness to accept defeat. She tugged the aching blonde to her feet, twists the vertically-challenged champion to face away then dipped and scooped an arm between Charlie’s thighs, vaulting Dawson toward a Torture Rack to break what was left of the Sweetheart’s spine in two.
But as she’s launched, Dawson added a little extra ‘oomph’ and Ayala lost her grip, Charlie landing on her boot soles behind the Puerto Rican, back to back. The Desert Diva immediately dashed to the ropes and rebounded, coming full speed at a pivoting Ayala.
Marisol was able to snatch the onrushing Dawson off her hip, but Charlie’s momentum was too much to control and the Sweetheart wrapped a Scissors around Ayala’s noggin, revolved around her larger foe, and sent Marisol hurtling toward a neutral corner, Diamonds flying between the top and middle buckles, ramming a shoulder into an unforgiving steel post.
TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4v9w98dS2s
“CHEATING SKANK!” Luisa barked from the challenger’s corner. “Why don’t you come over here and try that cheap shyt with me?”
Charlie genuinely wanted to slap the snarl right offa Campos’ snotty face, but the brunette’s posturing was nothing more than a ploy to give her hurtin’ partner a chance to recover. Not about to let that happen (Ayala was scary strong) Dawson dismissed Luisa with nothing more than an insincere air kiss before racing hell-bent for leather at the vulnerable Diamond. Still shaking off the shoulder on steel collision, Marisol had *just* started to extract herself from the buckles when Charlie drove a Running Dropkick into her backside!
The THWHACK of the former was loud enough to muffle the BWUNK of a return trip to ring-post, but not nearly enough to overcome Ayala’s shriek of surprised pain. Charlie had hoped her shot would take the Puerto Rican powerhouse to her knees, alas the rush of adrenaline galvanized Marisol and she wrenched her way clear of the trap while the blonde was still scrambling to boot-leather. Momentarily frozen by Diamond’s durability, Dawson only thrashed back to life when Ayala wrapped her left hand around the champion’s throat.
“Obnoxious little gnat!” Marisol snarled in the midst of throttling the wide-eyed Sweetheart, “You’re going to regret ERRRGGGGHH!”
Charlie knotted her hands into a Double Axehandle and brought it down on Ayala’s bicep to break the Goozle. Acting before she had time to really think about it, Dawson stamped on Marisol’s left foot to send her hobbling backward, which in turn let the smaller lass leap off her back (left) foot and whip around with her right leg stretched out at a forty-five degree angle, the heel of Charlie’s boot slamming into Marisol’s throbbing right shoulder. Diamonds roared in rage and pain but wouldn’t cede verticality, in fact it was a minor miracle that Dawson managed to avoid the Haymaker Ayala threw at her head.
Close to the edge after the narrow escape, Charlie leapt over the strands to the apron, then immediately turned around and vaulted onto the top rope. Taking wing as Ayala rounded on her, the blonde brought her right hand all the way up, then all the way down to THWHACK a big ol’ Brain Chop between the challenger’s eyes! Marisol finally hit the deck and Charlie was right there with her, dropping across the brunette’s chest with a miniature Splash good for the…
SPRINGBOARD BRAIN CHOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgM-1NSqH_Y
ONE…
TWO…
‘OOOOHHHHHHH’ from those assembled when Ayala got a hand on Dawson’s chest and tummy and shoved her away with enough power to bring the blonde down on one knee! Scrambling to boot-leather as Marisol clambered to all fours, Charlie beelined it to the Sweetheart’s corner and tagged Skye. “We gotta get her to our corner, now!”
“You sure about that?” Mitchell asked as she dove through the ropes.
“Nope, but it’s the only idea I’ve got!”
Converging on Diamonds from both sides, Mitchell and Dawson helped themselves to a wrist for a tandem Irish Whip to the only friendly corner. Campos raised hell about the ‘flagrant cheating!’ as her partner BWUUUNGED against the buckles, but Craig had already started his count and Dawson excused herself to the apron immediately after administering a small albeit enthusiastic Avalanche Splash to the discombobulated opposition. Bound and determined to take Marisol off her feet for more than a couple seconds at a time, Mitchell lit out for the Sweetheart’s corner and took to the skies from several feet out to ensure she had every bit of momentum behind her when she THWHACKED a Flying Forearm Smash against the Puerto Rican’s cheek!
The FAWN Tag Team Champions made another switch immediately thereafter, Charlie returning to the field of play to help Skye flip Marisol onto her tush with a Double Snapmare. Blonde and brunette exchanged a glance that suggested stereo Dropkicks to the back of Ayala’s head, however those plans were scrapped when Diamonds spun to one knee and started to rise!
“Holy crap!” Charlie exclaimed just before she scurried to the top turnbuckle. “What is this chick made of?”
Skye didn’t answer, instead she returned to the apron, grabbed the tag rope and swatted Dawson’s thigh loud enough to make sure Craig knew they’d made yet another tag.
Dismissing the thought that they might be dealing with some juggy killer robot sent back from a dystopian future, Charlie leapt out into the void, the never-say-die blonde twisting sideways near the apex to finally bring Ayala to heel with a high-impact Flying CrossboNO!
Marisol snatched her from the skies like it was nothing, the big brunette didn’t even take a step back. “Nice try, pipsqueak.” she sneered. “Too bad it won’t--”
“MARISOL, LOOK OUT!”
Pearls’ warning came a heartbeat too late to save Diamonds from the Missile Dropkick Skye THWHACKED against the point of her jaw! That completed the work started by the Crossbody and Dawson rolled away from the landing so her partner could try for a legal--
Campos bulled into Mitchell with a flurry of punches caromed off her forehead, then dug her claws into the nape of the brunette’s neck so she could give her the Bum’s Rush over the-- NOT SO FAST!
Skye caught the top rope in one hand and pulled herself into a safe landing on the apron. Hissing in disgust, Luisa tried for the champ’s hair and caught a stern right hand to the mug for her efforts. Shifting her grip to the middle strand as Campos stumbled away, Skye leaned back as far as she could, then dove headlong between middle and top ropes to land in a tumbling forward roll which transitioned to a high vertical leap which in turn allowed Mitchell to grab a double handful of Luisa’s dark locks and PLANT her mug on the deck with a Sit-Out Facebuster!
ROLLING THUNDER SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=byUwJ22H3Bo
Attention occupied by Campos’ blatant intrusion, Craig didn’t notice Charlie hurrying back to the Sweetheart’s corner, nor did he spy the blonde climbing into the high rent district. In his defense, Marisol didn’t see her either, as Diamonds had her own problems in the wake of that huge Dropkick. Clambering to boot-leather right about the time Luisa threw Skye over the top rope, Ayala spun toward-- Charlie dropped outta the heavens, caught the challenger’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and landed on her butt to THWHUNK Marisol’s chin against the ball of her shoulder!
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=smc11wZS51Y
The Charlie Cutter *should* have sent Ayala to the canvas in a heap, so imagine the shock when Diamonds rocked back on her heels and wheeled around, her left hand instinctually stretched toward the D&P corner. Unfortunately Luisa was indisposed at the moment, however Skye Mitchell was a caring soul and always welcome to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping Knuckle-Lock. Seizing Diamonds’ left hand in her right, the littlest Mitchell ran to a neutral corner whereupon she stepped onto the second rope and bounced to the top without relinquishing the Knuckle-Lock. In the same instant she leapt backward into the void, the angle of her descent so sharp it looked like she was going to flip over the woozy warrior. But Marisol didn’t get off that easy. No, Skye caught the challenger in a second Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Ayala down flat on her face, chest and belly!
SKYE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLZTgGchLfw
Tumbled onto her back in the wake of that gorgeous Skye Dive, Marisol only wriggled in weak protest when Mitchell hooked the far leg and drew her into a Back Press good for…
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
Skye let loose and rolled to her knees, the brunette pumping a victorious elbow half a heartbeat before Charlie wrapped her in a hug and the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions… AMERICA’S SWEETHEARTS!”
Luisa managed to roll to her back, blink her dark eyes clear, and propped on her elbows to take in the horrific sight of the gringa twerps celebrating a victory, celebrating as champs. Campos looked like she might vomit. Cracking them in the head from behind did enter her thought process but an attempt to shove to her feet failed, her mind still in a fog from Skye’s surprise.
After returning to canvas, she butt-scooted to the ropes and leaned against them, making mental notes of how America’s Sweethearts would pay, preferably while they still possessed the belts.
As blonde and brunette each took a corner to mount and party with the roaring FAWNatics, Marisol laid beneath, finally stirring. Luisa considered a rescue mission but thought better of it, confident the Sweethearts wouldn’t dare tarnish their rep with the moronic masses.
As for Charlie and Skye, the confidence in the beaming faces was brimming. Once unthinkable and then just a dream, the beloved duo were creating believers out of fans and enemies alike, making for a white hot summer of joy and jubilation.
“Ladies and gentlemen, our following contest is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit and it is for the FAWN Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, from San Juan, Puerto Rico, standing five feet seven inches tall, Marisol Ayala… and her partner, from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, standing five feet four inches tall, Luisa Campos… at a combined weight of two hundred and fifty-seven pounds, together they are… DIIIAAAMMMOOONNNDDDSSS ANNNDDD PEEEAAARRRLLLSSS!!!!!”
The voice reverberates and Marisol and Luisa, a team ruling the Jungle for the better part of a year, graces the big leagues with its presence.
MARISOL AYALA:
LUISA CAMPOS:
Ayala took the lead among the badass brunettes as they marched to the ring. The taller, curvier half of D&P was clad in a black velvet fightin’ two piece, the bottoms high-waisted, the bikini top for the moment at least partially obscured by her unzipped, diamond studded black leather jacket—though Marisol’s impressive cleavage was in no way disguised. Around the Puerto Rican beauty’s neck was a narrow black choker, with white pads and boots completing the look.
Campos, the better known in Orlando with some singles’ work, sported a one piece—also in black velvet, with a keyhole design that beared her cleavage, certainly more modest than her partner’s, but no less eye catching. There were no shoulder straps with this design; instead, a string of pearls looped around her neck, connecting to the velvet just above that keyhole opening to hold the garment in place. Like her partner, she too sported white pads and boots. But Luisa also wore a pair of elbow length opera style gloves, and instead of a leather jacket, she sported an exceedingly long, black ring cape, its tail trailing behind her by a number of feet.
On one hand, Luisa paid the audience no attention as she strode toward the ring, nose ever so slightly upturned and a sneer on her lips. On the other, the deliberateness of the march and the swish of her hips illustrated how much she’s aware and enjoyed being the center of attention, or at least sharing the spotlight with Marisol. Ayala not only acknowledged the crowd but had no issue jawing with them each step to the ring.
The Puerto Rican again took the lead in heading up the stairs. She kept climbing, claiming the near ring-post. Marisol stepped to the second rope, raising a defiant fist into the air, those familiar with the duo providing a smattering of boos for their often heinous tactics in Bangor.
Luisa moved to the center of the apron before sweeping through the ropes, her cape catching and trailing over the middle cable as she moved toward the center of the ring. There, she brought her hands to her shoulders and slipped off her cape, allowing it to gather in a puddle behind her.
Marisol dropped into the confines and motioned Luisa to join her. The usually disinterested Campos had no yawn to stifle tonight.
With the goody two-shoes champions having momentarily cleared the tip-top teams from their agenda, the Tag Division was wide open for new meat to sizzle its way to the top.
D&P were provided a similar shot from the dark in 2018 against the Hellions, but came up short against the crafty vets. Tonight’s battle was against a team of their own generation and, with significantly more Jungle success under their as of yet non-existent championship belts, Diamonds and Pearls looked more the part for Mayhem 2019.
Marisol planted her gaze hard-cam-side, raising her arms high and wide, Luisa dropped to one knee in front of her partner, both women making their presence felt in the arena and by those watching through the lens in front of them.
Each moved a thumb to her throat and drew it slowly across, a harrowing omen for FAWN’s daring darlings.
The FAWNatics exploded with excitement as Taylor Swift’s ‘Style’ played over the arena speakers.
STYLE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-CmadmM5cOk
A moment later, a stunning, dimpled platinum blonde burst through the curtains, the crowd raising the decibels to outrageous levels.
CHARLIE DAWSON:
The grappler raised a gaudy gold belt high with one hand and cupped the other to an ear, daring the throng to get louder and, when the blushing blonde dropped to one knee to show the capacity crowd her partner standing behind, they managed to make it happen.
The frenetic Lil’est Mitchell, tag belt around her slender waist, waved her arms upward, beckoning the FAWNatics to keep the love coming. Charlie, having strapped her belt in place, raised her hands high and the babyfaced brunette laced fingers with her fellow Sweetheart.
SKYLAR MITCHELL:
Skye pulled her partner up and they pivoted into an adorable hug, their foreheads pressing together, words exchanged under the roar of the crowd, the beloved duo no doubt acknowledging what a ride it’s been from lovable losers to FAWN’s top team.
The Announcer made the gravity of the situation clear, raising his voice over Tay-Tay’s.
“And their opponents, at a total combined weight of two-hundred and twenty-six pounds ... Charlie Dawson... Skylar Mitchell, you know them, you love them, you can’t live without them...the Tag Team Chmapions…AMMMEEERRRIIICCCAAA’S SWWWEEEETTTHHHEEEAAARRRTTTSSS!”
Charlie and Skye broke from their huddle and headed for the ring, blonde and brunette making it a point to slap EVERY single hand offered their way, becoming the title holders in no way affecting the love for their supporters.
Reaching the squared circle, the Darling of the Desert and the Lil’est Mitchell slid under the bottom rope, sprang to their feet and unzipped their hot pink hoodies, Charlie slipped hers off to reveal a light blue fightin’ two piece that, in spite of its somewhat modest and innocent cut still managed to raise the blood pressure of quite a few spectators. For her part, Skye sported a royal purple lycra bikini top and short shorts, with white pads and boots, the old school fans no doubt noting the distinct similarity in Skylar’s togs with the gear worn by her older sister Cynthia at the beginning of her career.
Charlotte and Skye shared a high-five center stage as their music faded. They moved to their corner to unclip and hand over their prizes for safe keeping then take a moment to adjust their togs before intermittently stretching and waving, readying for the opportunity to show the Sweethearts aren’t just good enough to get to the top but are more than good enough to stay there.
The bell sounded with all four women in the ring, but Skye Mitchell slipped out onto the apron within a second or two, allowing Charlie Dawson the honor of first crack at the challengers. Diamonds & Pearls took a little longer, Luisa and Marisol engaged in murmured conversation interspersed with occasional appraising glances at the champions.
“Match is live, ladies.” Craig Long said after a few more seconds. “Make a decision or I start to count.”
The brunettes flipped him a cheerful pair of birds before Campos swatted her partner on the hip and said, “Hang back for now. I’ll soften up this brat for ya.”
“Not TOO much.” Ayala noted. “She should still be firm enough to snap when I break her over my knee.”
“But of course.”
Luisa turned her attention to Charlie, who was waiting in the center of the ring, shifting from one foot to the other. Hands on her hips, Campos strutted forth to meet her. “Why don’t you just stretch out for me now, brat?” she suggested. “Everyone knows it was a fluke that put those belts around your undeserving waists and everyone knows what happens to flukes.
Dawson’s green eyes tossed sparks, yet she offered the brunette a beaming smile. “Oh, and what exactly is going to happen, Luisa?”
“They get exposed like the one and done frauds that they NNNGGHHH!”
Charlie put an end to the disrespect courtesy of a gorgeous vertical leap and the Dropkick to the mush that came at the end thereof! Luisa hit the deck, popped up at once and roared at the blonde with a short Clothesline but Dawson dipped beneath it, whipped around and CRAAACKED her across the décolletage with a Knife-Edge Chop! “That feel like a fluke, hon--”
Campos slapped the champ in the mouth, then followed with a saloon quality Haymaker that got blocked by Dawson’s forearm. She didn’t get time for a second as Charlie answered with a straight jab that snapped the brunette’s head back. She was still reeling when the Washington native slipped an arm through her legs to grab a greedy handful of black trunks. Slipping her other arm over Luisa’s shoulder, she upended the bratty brunette and deposited her on the deck with a blink and you’ll miss it Scoop Slam!
Luisa hit hard but rolled to all fours quickly enough, yet she made it no farther because Dawson planted a leg on either side of her waist, then hopped up and came down butt-first, driving every bit of her hundred and twelve pounds into Luisa’s shoulders. Dropped to the mat once again, Campos flopped to her back and “OOOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Charlie hit her with another Butt Bomb, the blue-clad blonde getting some pretty good air before delivering her tush unto the challenger’s chest. Luisa’s legs bounced up on impact, so Dawson hooked both behind the knees and leaned back to secure the Reverse Matchbook for…
ONE…
TWO…
Pearls kicked out simultaneous with ‘TWO’, though it wasn’t quite fast enough to prevent Charlie from catching her by the ears for a rough return to verticality. Three more Knife-Edge Chops were waiting for Luisa, as was a Wristlock to prevent her from making any space. “Doing pretty good for a fluke don‘t you think, baby?”
Campos muttered a curse, took a Shoulderblock to the sternum for her sass, then Dawson stepped back and dropped a hip to send her foe into the rop-- Luisa dug her heels in to stop the Whip dead in its tracks. With Charlie momentarily off balance, the brunette yanked her forward into a Kneelift to the belly followed by a blatant raaaaaaaake of her foe’s eyes! The infraction drew the ire of Skye, Craig and the FAWNatics alike and that was just fine, it meant their attention was trained on her even after she’d sent Dawson racing into the ropes with an Irish Whip of her own. It also meant that neither Mitchell or the official noticed Marisol move out to the center of the apron so she could THUMP a Kneelift into Charlie’s lower back just as the Sweetheart turned into the strands!
Charlie cried out and lurched forward, both hands pressed to the small of her back. She was still trying to soothe the hurt when Luisa charged in, leapt in with her knees raised high enough to plant both boots flush against the challenger’s chest. Then she pushed out and down to THWHUMP Dawson to the mat with a nastily gorgeous Double Foot Stomp! Charlie rolled to hip and shoulder at once, her arms crossed snug over her abused chest while one foot beat an erratic tattoo against the canvas.
DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yhq0q5u9P4Y
As for Luisa, she spun to one knee and made an elaborate show of adjusting her trunks and smoothing her hair before she helped herself to a handful of the champion’s golden locks. “I hope you enjoyed that little run you just had right there. Because it’s the last one you’re getting all night.”
Dragging Dawson to boot-leather, Campos swung ‘round behind and wedged her head under the blonde’s left arm and cinched her right arm around opposing waist. Bracing her left hand against Charlie’s backside, Luisa hoisted her onto the point of one shoulder and went down on one knee, all the better to drive Dawson’s tailbone into the posted joint! The Atomic Drop should’ve set Charlie on tiptoe, unfortunately Luisa powered her well beyond that for what looked like a second sampling of the Atomic Drop. Instead the challenger pivoted toward her corner and hurried forward to stuff Dawson into a rough seat on the middle turnbuckle, facing the ring-post. Diamonds & Pearls exchanged a quick tag, then the latter snatched Charlie’s hair in both hands and yanked her back while dropping to one knee, all the better to THUMP Dawson’s upper-back across her thigh.
CORNER TRAPPED HAIR-PULL BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtZBKl5Mjvg
Craig was already calling for Campos to vacate the ring and she didn’t argue, not with Marisol already taking her place. Flashing a smile harder than her nickname, Ayala stomped on Dawson’s tummy and grrrrrrrrrround her heel in just because she could. “Pearls started some pretty good work on that nasty bubble butt of yours.” she chided. “Let’s keep that going, shall we?”
That was the last thing Charlie Dawson wanted at the moment, unfortunately she didn’t have much say in the issue, as Diamonds peeled her off the canvas and secured her in a predicament she’d endured only moments prior. Eager to show the crowd why she and Luisa were the future of FAWN’s Tag Division, Marisol turned on her heel and marched to the middle of the ring, where she spun in a slow, casually domineering circle. Once everyone had a proper gander at the champ’s squirming tush, Ayala made her way back to the challenger’s side of town and brought Charlie down so the backs of her thighs ‘twanged’ against the top rope. The rubber-coated steel had more than enough springiness to send Dawson back the way she came, which in turn let Marisol spin around and simply release her grip.
Charlie THUMPED down butt-first from about six feet up and the impact left her frozen on the deck, the stunned blonde unable to even rub at her punished posterior. Marisol on the other hand was feeling downright sprightly, so she ran the ropes in front of her opponent and came back with a full head of steam she converted into a Low Dropkick that struck Dawson flush on the chin! Charlie got knocked flat, the force of the shot stiff enough to bounce the back of her noggin against the thinly-sheathed plywood.
SLINGSHOT ATOMIC DROP & BASEMENT DROPKICK:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sy9PrZx3IhY
This concerned Skye Mitchell a great deal and Marisol Ayala not at all, as evidenced by the wink she dropped the other Sweetheart en route to dragging Charlie to verticality. Careful to point Dawson’s butt at the champ’s corner, Marisol grabbed the blonde’s right wrist in her left hand and pulled it snug across her own midsection. In the same instant she reached down with her right hand and hooked it around the inside of the blonde’s right thigh. Just like that she peeled off a bridge that slung the smaller wrestler up, over and down, Charlie THUMPING to the deck in the wake of the Waterwheel Suplex.
WATERWHEEL SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LoGriptiJgg
Ayala floated over and went for a cover, the big brunette making sure to bundle up both legs for the early…
ONE…
TWO…
Dawson kept the champs alive, kicking free of Ayala’s effort. The platinum blonde moved from her side to a seated position and Marisol was quickly on one knee behind her. Diamonds snatched the wrists of her foe then dug her raised knee between the Sweetheart’s shoulderblades while pulling back on both upper limbs.
Charlie showed her toughness, leaning into the balled joint, and using it to reach her feet. She shook free of the Puerto Rican’s grip and turned to face her foe, only to be met with a dipping Ayala. Marisol swung an arm between Charlie’s legs and ‘hupped’ the significantly smaller woman onto a shoulder. Diamonds SLAMMED Dawson to the deck with enough force to rattle the ring and the Desert Diva, Charlie’s back arching in pain from the impact.
Hovering above the splayed Dawson, Charlie next to the ropes, Ayala snatched the top rope and hopped over the blonde to the bottom strand. She used the lowermost cable as a springboard, shooting high and bringing down all her Destroyer class mass on Charlie’s chest with a Slingshot Double Foot Stomp.
SLINGSHOT DOUBLE FOOT STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8H7ZxV6SK4
Charlie shuddered from the fierce thumping of boot leather to bosom. She cradled her chest and started to roll out of the ring, but Marisol grabbed her foe by an ankle and dragged the Desert Diva toward the center. On the way, Dawson kicked free and kipped up to vertical only to be sent rocketing to her back when Marisol NAILED her with a big boot to the chine, the Sweetheart left in a wide spreadeagle from eating boot leather.
Ayala leapt over the decked Dawson, extending her long legs. The limbs SLAMMED down across neck and chest, a spasm rippling through the diminutive frame of the platinum blonde. With Ayala’s stems still draped across the splattered Dawson, Long dropped to hands and knees and counted it out…
ONE…
TWO…
Again, Charlie kicked her way out of danger, heaving Marisol’s lower limbs over her head. She rolled to a side, face racked with pain, it only growing when the domineering Puerto Rican rose and sank a set of fingers into the silvery locks of the titleholder. A snarling Ayala dragged Charlie to her feet by the hair, transferred her grip to a shoulder and wrist and Irish whipped Dawson to the D&P corner, Charlie spinning into a spine-first collision.
Marisol came after her foe in a sweeping arc that saw her bounding in from the side and lowering the BOOM on the smaller competitor with a brain-scrambling right forearm with every bit of momentum behind it.
RUNNING RIGHT HAND @ 1:38
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfE-U2nEMNI
Dawson spun in a semiconscious pirouette as Marisol handed off the reins to her Pearly partner. Luisa entered but noticeably Diamonds fails to depart. Craig asked nicely for the Puerto Rican to take her place on the legal side of the ropes but was unsurprisingly ignored.
Just as predictably, the catty Luisa went for her foe’s platinum locks. Marisol dropped to one knee nearby and Campos used her dual grips for a hair-pull Sit-Out Facebuster. But instead of busting said face into the canvas, it craaacked into Ayala’s kneecap.
The crowd groaned in sympathy and Skye complained bitterly about the brutal blow, Charlie’s head snapping back from the impact. The Sweetheart barrel rolled away from the concussive collision and ended splayed next to the challengers. Luisa dove atop the demolished Dawson, Ayala heading for the exit as Long dropped to count for the…
ONE…
TWO…
THRENOOO!
The tardy Mitchell got a couple steps through the ropes, but it’s all the stubborn Dawson’s effort keeping America’s Sweethearts champions for the moment.
Campos, ending on all fours when the Desert Diva threw a shoulder up, pointed and caterwauled at the illegally entering Mitchell, ‘helping’ the ref. Long immediately interceded, catching the complaining Skylar and ushering her out.
While he did, the beautiful Brazilian used Charlie’s platinum-hued mane as a weapon, Dawson’s own hair fashioned into a garrote around her throat. The Desert Diva’s face flushed as she gasped for air, flailing as the devious Campos keeping one eye on Long while cutting off Charlie’s air supply. A split-second before the official turned back to the action, Pearls had given up her ‘necklace’ and instead was hauling the faltering Dawson to her feet, then heaving her spine-first into a neutral corner.
Luisa grabbed the middle ropes on either side, dipped a shoulder, and PLOWED it into Charlotte’s alabaster midriff, one, two three times, forcing the diminutive fan favorite deeper between the top and middle buckles with each thrust.
Pulling out, Luisa drew Charlie with her and spun the blonde to face the buckles. She tugged Dawson’s head back with a handful of hair and SLAMMED the champ’s face into the buckle then dragged her features across the padded leather from side to side.
“Eat it, ya little pussy!” Luisa shouted.
She turned the redfaced Dawson toward her and delivered an echoing Chop across the blonde’s décolletage, Charlie’s face etched in pain from the meaty smack. A smirking Campos loaded up another but swung and missed, the Desert Diva dipping beneath.
As Luisa flopped into the corner from the miscue, Charlie turned and DROVE a knee deep into the tawny abdomen of the catty Brazilian. Slipping past Luisa, Charlotte shoved Campos past a few steps and climbed to a seat on the top buckle. A gasping Luisa turned to find her target and gets all too much of Dawson. Charlie rose and leapt from her perch, latching onto Luisa’s braincase as she spun by. The acrobatic blonde laid out and absolutely SPIKED the crown of Campos’ skull into the deck with a Tornado DDT that turned the match on its head both figuratively and literally, in an instant.
TORNADO DDT:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8eK84shq7DU
Pearls ended face down and twitching, no other movement from the raven-haired grappler. For her part, Charlie’s not much better off, gazing vacantly into the rafters.
Craig delayed but finally began a count on both women. At ‘SIX’, Charlie stirred and pushed up just ahead of ‘NINE’. She staggered toward the extended arm of the Lil’est Mitchell as Luisa rolled to her back. Campos stuck out a palm, wrapping it around Charlie’s left ankle, trying to prevent the exchange.
The Brazilian ascended, if unsteadily, lifting Dawson’s captured limb as she did, Charlie forced to hop in place, a few feet from salvation. That was until she launched off her planted boot sole and NAILED Luisa’s temple with a perfectly-placed Enzugiri that twirled Pearls in a dazed 360, Charlie released.
Dawson dove, slapping hands with Mitchell, and Skye soared over the top rope, ready to wreak havoc on Luisa like a Carolina hurricane.
Bearing down on Campos the instant her boots hit the mat, Mitchell snagged the challenger’s noggin in a rough Side Headlock and kept right on goin’ straight toward the Diamonds & Pearls corner! Perhaps a questionable strategy at first glance, but upon following the ingénue’s intended course one noted Marisol Ayala slipping between the strands. She’d made it about halfway when Skye took to the, well, sky, closing the rest of the distance to drive her heels into Ayala’s shoulder with an improvised Dropkick all of half a tic before gravity THWHONKED Luisa’s forehead into the canvas courtesy of a gigantic Running Bulldog!
Pearls bounced onto her back in a glassy-eyed sprawl, Diamonds however was still much too close to the action for Skye’s liking. Thinking fast, she snatched a double handful of hair, drew back and thwhumped the point of her hip into the side of Marisol’s noggin. The curvaceous exotique withdrew all the way to the other side of the apron and backpedaled toward a neutral corner in search of some separation from the rampaging champion. Skye glanced between Campos and Ayala, decided the latter was still a more pressing concern. So she vaulted over the strands to the apron and-- Marisol charged the diminutive dynamo flat out, prompting a worried inhalation from the assembled FAWNat--THWACK!
Mitchell caught her coming in with a high, straight kick to the chin that set Diamonds back on her heels. For a moment anyway, the challenger was working to regain her balance when Skye charged and leapt, the surging Sweetheart grabbing the rope in both hands to keep her on course when she stuffed her heels against Marisol’s chest and DROVE her down spine-first atop the narrow plywood ledge! Ayala groaned aloud, then dripped to the floor seemingly in slow motion, the big brunette landing with a thick ‘smeck’ that did Skye’s heart good.
APRON MUSHROOM STOMP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdfoD_tjmVA
A cheer tinged with alarm rose from those assembled, drawing Mitchell’s attention back to her legal opposition in time to spy Luisa clambering to boot leather. Noting Campos faced away from her own corner, the littlest Mitchell rushed to the D&P post and vaulted to the top floor in a single bound. “Over here, Luisa! Tag out!”
Too scrambled to realize it wasn’t Marisol making the request, Luisa whirled around on one heel and caught just a glimpse of Skye divebombing out of the aether. Then the champ caught her chin in both hands and somersaulted on by to THAWHAM Campos against the thinly-sheathed plywood with a textbook Blockbuster. Luisa hit hard and immediately curled up on one side, a position she would’ve occupied for quite a bit longer if the other brunette hadn’t shoveled her onto her back and hooked the far leg for…
BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DdpW3jVAU2s
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Pearls wrenched her leg free, thus earning herself at least another three seconds in title contention. Down on one knee while she plotted her next move, Mitchell looked to the Sweethearts corner, where Charlie had gamely claimed the tag rope in one hand. Catching her partner’s eye, the blonde said, “Send her this way, babe!”
Skye wasn’t quite sure Charlie was ready for a tag just yet, but she wasn’t about to tell her no, so the brunette peeled Luisa off the mat and hurled her at the champion’s corner. Drawing back from the post so Campos couldn’t tag her with a shot on the way in, Charlie breathed a sigh of relief when Pearls swung ‘round and BWUUUNGED against the buckles without so much as a hint of aggression. The sigh promptly gave way to pleased ‘YEAH!’ after Skye closed in and THWHAPPED every bit of her hundred and fourteen pounds against Luisa’s chest and tummy with a travel sized Avalanche Splash.
“Quick tags!” Mitchell chirped as the Sweethearts made a tag. “We need to stay rested and--”
“Keep Marisol out of the ring!” Charlie finished. “Knock the wind outta this one for me, would ya?”
“Sure thing.” Mitchell laced her fingers around the base of Luisa’s neck and pulled her into the middle of the ring, whereupon reaching she turned around so that her back was to Charlie. In the next instant she hopped, wedged both knees against Campos’ chest and laid out on her back to THAWHUMP the Brazilian stunner’s sternum with extreme prejudice! Over the ropes as soon as the others were clear, Dawson bounced into the ropes and came out with a full head of steam aimed directly at Luisa’s dipped pate. Happy to build on what Skye started, the platinum blonde sprang over her target, took Campos’ chin in both hands and brought her aching skull (not to mention the rest of her) back to the mat with a low-flying Blockbuster. Skye rolled clear on impact, meaning there was no delay from Craig Long when Charlie bundled both legs and pointed the brunette’s tush at the rafters for…
INVERTED LUNGBLOWER & RUNNING BLOCKBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFv1rL3B0OU
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“Ooooowwww, dirty brat!” Dawson pulled away from the cover of her own volition because Luisa had caught hold of her hair and was pulling like she meant to take a scalp!
“All right Luisa, get off the hair!” the referee demanded at once. Campos paid him no heed, or perhaps she did and simply acted out of spite. Whatever her reasoning, she doubled down on the hair-hold and jerked Charlie’s head from side to side as she fought back to boot leather. Long didn’t take well to the defiance, so he started in right away. “ONE! TWO! THREE! FO--”
Dawson cupped the brunette’s ears, wedged her head in beneath Campos’ chin and dropped to one knee to end the nastiness with a quick Jawbreaker! “Like pulling hair, do ya?” Charlie gripped the nape of Luisa’s neck, resisting the urge to answer back in kind. “We’ll break you of that habit yet, babe!”
More than happy to help Luisa down the road to self improvement, Dawson rushed back to the Sweetheart’s corner and BWUUUNGED the challenger’s forehead against the top buckle. Luisa’s legs shimmied violently and she might’ve crumpled to her knees then and there if Charlie hadn’t turned her around and slipped an arm between her thighs. From there she scooped Pearls up for a Body Slam, tagged Skye and wedged her brunette into the buckles all in the span of maybe three seconds. Another second was good enough to trap Campos in the Tree of Woe, meaning Charlie was still well within her rights, so she took off toward one neutral corner while Skye charged the other. Spinning around upon arrival, they flew down their own back-trails en route to stereo Dropki-‘OOOHHHH!’
Charlie’s approach ended rather unceremoniously when Marisol (quite illegally, I should add) reached under the bottom rope and caught the blonde around the ankles! Dawson’s chin hit the mat with an ugly ‘thud’ but that was only the beginning of her problems. Yanking the smaller wrestler under the strands with a single violent pull, Ayala cinched her arms around Charlie’s waist, took a couple steps back, then bridged up and over to SLAM the gobsmacked Sweetheart against the thinly-padded floor with a huge Wheelbarrow Suplex!
WHEELBARROW SUPLEX:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTloCq5BCpk
The crowd protested this injustice vehemently, unfortunately for the champions Craig Long was focused on a problem among his legal charges. Namely, Luisa ‘crunched’ her way to a seat on the top buckle about a heartbeat before Skye’s boots slammed through the spot so recently occupied by her noggin. And with no noggin to slow her momentum, Mitchell kept right on going until her crotch THUMPED against the unforgiving steel!
The fact that she’d barely avoided disaster couldn’t keep the smirk off Luisa’s face as she climbed down from the penthouse to survey the situation. “Oh dear, that doesn’t look comfortable at all.” she clucked. “Here, let me help you.” Skye most certainly didn’t want the brunette’s help, but she was in no position to refuse, let alone defend herself when Campos dropped to the floor. Taking the champ’s ankles in both hands, Pearls planted one foot against the ring post and puuuuuuuushed back to drive the Sweetheart’s center against it with ever-increasing force!
Skye howled in agony as her crotch SLAMMED into the post, then got ground into the metal by the despicable Campos. Long increased the gravity of his tone but that’s not helping the Lil’est Mitchell in the slightest. Luisa finished with a flourish, moving both palms to Skye’s left ankle and sending the limb whipping around the steel, the inner portion of the champ’s left knee blasted by the impact.
Loose from Luisa’s grip, Mitchell butt-scooted away from the post, sobbing in anguish, seemingly tugging her left leg along as deadweight. Reaching the center as Pearls enjoyed a leisurely trip up the ring steps, Skylar kneaded between her thighs, trying to massage some of the pain away. She had enough success to push to her feet as the wicked Latina entered and prowled toward her. Skye limped toward the Sweetheart corner but Charlie’s in her own decrepit state and nowhere near her station.
Knowing she’s on her own for the moment, the second-generation superstar hobbled in a sidestep from the approaching Rio native. It’s only a matter of time before Luisa caught her prey, bullying the one-legged Skye into a neutral corner. She lifted a knee, gutting the alabaster tummy of Skylar then slipped behind the gasping Mitchell, taking a seat on the top buckle. Snatching the Sweetheart’s chocolate-colored locks, Campos stuffed her right knee behind Mitchell’s skull and pushed away from the corner, riding Skye down to THUMP the brunette’s forehead into the thinly-sheathed plywood with her Calf Branding.
CALF BRANDING:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=WDxV5kOQgS0
The champion flopped to her back in a daze and Campos didn’t pass on the opportunity, diving on Skye’s prone form in a Crossbody pin for the...
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Mitchell wouldn’t give her and Charlie’s championships up, thrusting a shoulder off the deck to keep the match going.
Luisa slapped the canvas in frustration, the flawless Brazilian’s temper flaring. She rose and took a step or two toward Long, making the zebra backpedal, before recovering her emotions and focusing them back toward Mitchell, Skylar up to all fours and slowly crawling toward her returned but woozy partner.
It took but a few strides for Campos to catch the title holder, swinging around in front of the ragged Mitchell and pulling her up, only to stuff Skye’s head between her thighs. Grabbing the spandex on either of Mitchell’s hips, she tugged Skye in a forward flip, launching her into Piledriver position and quickly dropping to her backside, SPIKING the crown of Skye’s skull into the canvas.
PULLING PILEDRIVER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=txW7EimXv4g
Mitchell splattered to a spreadeagle, motionless as Luisa rolled atop her. But the Brazilian didn’t remain in a lateral press, instead using the champ’s carcass as a chance to do a set of push-ups on the FAWNatics’ favorite. If Craig hadn’t been so amazed at the display of arrogance he might have counted Mitchell out. But he only got down to count as Campos finished her exercise, shoving to her feet and placing a boot sole on the chest of the wrecked champion for the…
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Skye used the haughty pin as an escape hatch and rolled a shoulder off the canvas, extending her and Dawson’s reign for the moment.
Luisa snatched a handful of Mitchell’s shoulder-length mane and tugged the Sweetheart to all fours then to her knees in stages. She turned away from Skye and forced the baby blues and the rest of Skye’s mug into her pert backside, swishing her glutes into The Lil’est Mitchell’s face, Skylar sputtering in protest. With Mitchell properly humiliated, Luisa allowed Skye to drop to hands and knees so she led her across the ring by the leash of Mitchell’s dark locks and tags in Ayala when reaching the D&P corner, the power of Diamonds replacing the precocious Pearls.
The switchover was strictly by the book but the situation didn’t stay that way for long, Marisol forcing Skye up and face first toward the rubber-coated steel of the cables. The Puerto Rican pushed the chest of Cynthia’s little sister down on the top rope and Ayala used her strength to grind the diminutive brunette’s gurls across the abrasive strand, rubbing the thinly-veiled bosom back and forth against the rope.
A grimacing Mitchell reflexively threw a blind elbow behind her and it found the nose of the challenger. Marisol backpedaled, dark eyes watering. She surges forward, looping her arms in from the sides to gather the Lil’est Mitchell in a Bear Hug, but Skye dropped to the canvas, scurried between Diamonds’ legs and raced to a diving tag with the Desert Diva.
Charlie hopped over the ropes like she’s spring-loaded and sprinted at the challenger. Leaping with legs extended, Dawson’s ivory-skinned stems clamped around Marisol’s braincase and the Sweetheart threw it in reverse to bring the San Juan native to the deck with a Hurricanrana. Unfortunately for the FAWNatics, Ayala refused to be ripped off her shoe leather and the bite-sized blonde ended up draped down the front of the Puerto Rican grappler, ‘rana thwarted.
Ayala powered Charlie back to a precarious seat on the challenger’s shoulders and raced at a neutral corner, tossing the wide-eyed Dawson off from a few feet out to Buckle ’Bomb the pouty-lipped puta into a dissociative state. Charlie staggers out of the corner, somehow maintaining verticality. Marisol slid alongside, facing the same direction, and vaults the clueless Charlie’s legs high in front of her, apparently for a Side Suplex. But Ayala used the top rope, dropping the pits of Dawson’s knees upon it to slingshot the platinum blonde, pivoting with her prey into a brutal backbreaker.
SLINGSHOT BACKBREAKER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7PmSIu-piJ4
The collision of spine to femur was a losing proposition for Charlie. The champ flopped to the canvas with a shove from Ayala and arches in agony until Marisol spread the Sweetheart out like jam on toast and covered for the…
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Marisol was both amazed and upset at Charlotte’s unwillingness to accept defeat. She tugged the aching blonde to her feet, twists the vertically-challenged champion to face away then dipped and scooped an arm between Charlie’s thighs, vaulting Dawson toward a Torture Rack to break what was left of the Sweetheart’s spine in two.
But as she’s launched, Dawson added a little extra ‘oomph’ and Ayala lost her grip, Charlie landing on her boot soles behind the Puerto Rican, back to back. The Desert Diva immediately dashed to the ropes and rebounded, coming full speed at a pivoting Ayala.
Marisol was able to snatch the onrushing Dawson off her hip, but Charlie’s momentum was too much to control and the Sweetheart wrapped a Scissors around Ayala’s noggin, revolved around her larger foe, and sent Marisol hurtling toward a neutral corner, Diamonds flying between the top and middle buckles, ramming a shoulder into an unforgiving steel post.
TILT-A-WHIRL HEADSCISSORS:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4v9w98dS2s
“CHEATING SKANK!” Luisa barked from the challenger’s corner. “Why don’t you come over here and try that cheap shyt with me?”
Charlie genuinely wanted to slap the snarl right offa Campos’ snotty face, but the brunette’s posturing was nothing more than a ploy to give her hurtin’ partner a chance to recover. Not about to let that happen (Ayala was scary strong) Dawson dismissed Luisa with nothing more than an insincere air kiss before racing hell-bent for leather at the vulnerable Diamond. Still shaking off the shoulder on steel collision, Marisol had *just* started to extract herself from the buckles when Charlie drove a Running Dropkick into her backside!
The THWHACK of the former was loud enough to muffle the BWUNK of a return trip to ring-post, but not nearly enough to overcome Ayala’s shriek of surprised pain. Charlie had hoped her shot would take the Puerto Rican powerhouse to her knees, alas the rush of adrenaline galvanized Marisol and she wrenched her way clear of the trap while the blonde was still scrambling to boot-leather. Momentarily frozen by Diamond’s durability, Dawson only thrashed back to life when Ayala wrapped her left hand around the champion’s throat.
“Obnoxious little gnat!” Marisol snarled in the midst of throttling the wide-eyed Sweetheart, “You’re going to regret ERRRGGGGHH!”
Charlie knotted her hands into a Double Axehandle and brought it down on Ayala’s bicep to break the Goozle. Acting before she had time to really think about it, Dawson stamped on Marisol’s left foot to send her hobbling backward, which in turn let the smaller lass leap off her back (left) foot and whip around with her right leg stretched out at a forty-five degree angle, the heel of Charlie’s boot slamming into Marisol’s throbbing right shoulder. Diamonds roared in rage and pain but wouldn’t cede verticality, in fact it was a minor miracle that Dawson managed to avoid the Haymaker Ayala threw at her head.
Close to the edge after the narrow escape, Charlie leapt over the strands to the apron, then immediately turned around and vaulted onto the top rope. Taking wing as Ayala rounded on her, the blonde brought her right hand all the way up, then all the way down to THWHACK a big ol’ Brain Chop between the challenger’s eyes! Marisol finally hit the deck and Charlie was right there with her, dropping across the brunette’s chest with a miniature Splash good for the…
SPRINGBOARD BRAIN CHOP:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgM-1NSqH_Y
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‘OOOOHHHHHHH’ from those assembled when Ayala got a hand on Dawson’s chest and tummy and shoved her away with enough power to bring the blonde down on one knee! Scrambling to boot-leather as Marisol clambered to all fours, Charlie beelined it to the Sweetheart’s corner and tagged Skye. “We gotta get her to our corner, now!”
“You sure about that?” Mitchell asked as she dove through the ropes.
“Nope, but it’s the only idea I’ve got!”
Converging on Diamonds from both sides, Mitchell and Dawson helped themselves to a wrist for a tandem Irish Whip to the only friendly corner. Campos raised hell about the ‘flagrant cheating!’ as her partner BWUUUNGED against the buckles, but Craig had already started his count and Dawson excused herself to the apron immediately after administering a small albeit enthusiastic Avalanche Splash to the discombobulated opposition. Bound and determined to take Marisol off her feet for more than a couple seconds at a time, Mitchell lit out for the Sweetheart’s corner and took to the skies from several feet out to ensure she had every bit of momentum behind her when she THWHACKED a Flying Forearm Smash against the Puerto Rican’s cheek!
The FAWN Tag Team Champions made another switch immediately thereafter, Charlie returning to the field of play to help Skye flip Marisol onto her tush with a Double Snapmare. Blonde and brunette exchanged a glance that suggested stereo Dropkicks to the back of Ayala’s head, however those plans were scrapped when Diamonds spun to one knee and started to rise!
“Holy crap!” Charlie exclaimed just before she scurried to the top turnbuckle. “What is this chick made of?”
Skye didn’t answer, instead she returned to the apron, grabbed the tag rope and swatted Dawson’s thigh loud enough to make sure Craig knew they’d made yet another tag.
Dismissing the thought that they might be dealing with some juggy killer robot sent back from a dystopian future, Charlie leapt out into the void, the never-say-die blonde twisting sideways near the apex to finally bring Ayala to heel with a high-impact Flying CrossboNO!
Marisol snatched her from the skies like it was nothing, the big brunette didn’t even take a step back. “Nice try, pipsqueak.” she sneered. “Too bad it won’t--”
“MARISOL, LOOK OUT!”
Pearls’ warning came a heartbeat too late to save Diamonds from the Missile Dropkick Skye THWHACKED against the point of her jaw! That completed the work started by the Crossbody and Dawson rolled away from the landing so her partner could try for a legal--
Campos bulled into Mitchell with a flurry of punches caromed off her forehead, then dug her claws into the nape of the brunette’s neck so she could give her the Bum’s Rush over the-- NOT SO FAST!
Skye caught the top rope in one hand and pulled herself into a safe landing on the apron. Hissing in disgust, Luisa tried for the champ’s hair and caught a stern right hand to the mug for her efforts. Shifting her grip to the middle strand as Campos stumbled away, Skye leaned back as far as she could, then dove headlong between middle and top ropes to land in a tumbling forward roll which transitioned to a high vertical leap which in turn allowed Mitchell to grab a double handful of Luisa’s dark locks and PLANT her mug on the deck with a Sit-Out Facebuster!
ROLLING THUNDER SIT-OUT FACEBUSTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=byUwJ22H3Bo
Attention occupied by Campos’ blatant intrusion, Craig didn’t notice Charlie hurrying back to the Sweetheart’s corner, nor did he spy the blonde climbing into the high rent district. In his defense, Marisol didn’t see her either, as Diamonds had her own problems in the wake of that huge Dropkick. Clambering to boot-leather right about the time Luisa threw Skye over the top rope, Ayala spun toward-- Charlie dropped outta the heavens, caught the challenger’s noggin in a Three Quarters Facelock and landed on her butt to THWHUNK Marisol’s chin against the ball of her shoulder!
CHARLIE CUTTER:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=smc11wZS51Y
The Charlie Cutter *should* have sent Ayala to the canvas in a heap, so imagine the shock when Diamonds rocked back on her heels and wheeled around, her left hand instinctually stretched toward the D&P corner. Unfortunately Luisa was indisposed at the moment, however Skye Mitchell was a caring soul and always welcome to lend a helping hand, or in this case, a helping Knuckle-Lock. Seizing Diamonds’ left hand in her right, the littlest Mitchell ran to a neutral corner whereupon she stepped onto the second rope and bounced to the top without relinquishing the Knuckle-Lock. In the same instant she leapt backward into the void, the angle of her descent so sharp it looked like she was going to flip over the woozy warrior. But Marisol didn’t get off that easy. No, Skye caught the challenger in a second Three Quarters Facelock and laid out on her back to THAWHAM Ayala down flat on her face, chest and belly!
SKYE DIVE:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLZTgGchLfw
Tumbled onto her back in the wake of that gorgeous Skye Dive, Marisol only wriggled in weak protest when Mitchell hooked the far leg and drew her into a Back Press good for…
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Skye let loose and rolled to her knees, the brunette pumping a victorious elbow half a heartbeat before Charlie wrapped her in a hug and the Announcer bellowed, “Ladies and gentlemen, your winners via pin-fall and STILL the FAWN Tag Team Champions… AMERICA’S SWEETHEARTS!”
Luisa managed to roll to her back, blink her dark eyes clear, and propped on her elbows to take in the horrific sight of the gringa twerps celebrating a victory, celebrating as champs. Campos looked like she might vomit. Cracking them in the head from behind did enter her thought process but an attempt to shove to her feet failed, her mind still in a fog from Skye’s surprise.
After returning to canvas, she butt-scooted to the ropes and leaned against them, making mental notes of how America’s Sweethearts would pay, preferably while they still possessed the belts.
As blonde and brunette each took a corner to mount and party with the roaring FAWNatics, Marisol laid beneath, finally stirring. Luisa considered a rescue mission but thought better of it, confident the Sweethearts wouldn’t dare tarnish their rep with the moronic masses.
As for Charlie and Skye, the confidence in the beaming faces was brimming. Once unthinkable and then just a dream, the beloved duo were creating believers out of fans and enemies alike, making for a white hot summer of joy and jubilation.